| Well I’ve got a lot to say in my own way
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| It won’t materialize in speech
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| You’ll only see it in the structure of skin
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| Of secondhand smoke
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| You know that it’s a joke
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| You know that we could put you on
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| I was destroyed by death today perhaps I’ll run away
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| There is no peace in songs they sing
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| Maybe some comfort is to come travelling
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| I find it in a dog
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| I find it in a drug
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| I find it but I don’t know where to put it then it’s gone
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| My transport has arrived
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| My chariot’s a-waitin'
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| Down yonder under the hill
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| Invisibility
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| Nonexistant |